شَمائلُ مُلكٍ سَما شَرَفاً

تَحارُ العُقولُ لأوصافِها

The features of a noble king are sublime

Minds are confused by his qualities

جَلِيَّةُ حُسنٍ تَغارُ لَها

جَواهِرُ لاحَت بأصدافِها

Obvious beauty they envy

Its jewels shone from its shells

يُمثلها الفِكرُ عن أدبٍ

أزاهِرَ رَوضٍ لألطافِها

Thought represents it with etiquette

Flowers of a garden for its kindnesses

عجائبها ما لَهُ عَدَدٌ

وَمَن لي بإحصاءِ أصنافِها

Its wonders have no number

And who can count its varieties?

وَحَقِّ مَحاسِنها لم تَزَل

نِظامي حَياتي من اوقافِها

And it is true its beauties have not ceased

To be the system of my life's endowments

فبالمدح أرجو تلاحظُني

عُيونُ الأَماني بأوطافِها

So with praise I hope it notices me

The eyes of wishes in its horizons

أروحُ وأغدو وقد نشرَت

عليَّ رِداءً من اكنافِها

I go and come and it has spread

Over me a cloak of its edges

أتيهُ بها تيهَ ذي مدحٍ

لعالي المُلوكِ وأشرافِها

I come to it lost in praise

Of the highest of kings and nobles